Poem -
when im gone

When I'm gone will it make you stop and think or will you just carry on? Would you be able to live your normal life knowing I slit my wrist with a knife? How will you feel when you visit me at my grave knowing this is now and forever where I lay? I tried to be perfect, but it wasn't good enough, now I'm tired of trying, tired of being tough. So now it time to plan this suicide of mine, should I put a bullet in my head or a slit across my wrist, either way I'm just gonna be another person that will never be missed.
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